Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...you'd be ripping off that guy's fingers one by one.
What you do for a living is between you and your maker.
It's bullshit.
You have no idea.
They're Mick pricks.
Oh.
You guys take the van, head back. I'll dump the body.
- Think this moves him past it? Opie? I don't know, man.
If he asks me, I'm not gonna lie to him just because I can't prove it was Clay.
- Get him in the van. - I know, man.
Come on, Clay.
True IRA is picking up momentum. North country's getting hot.
Getting it done.
Tell me you killed my wife.
The only reason I don't set fire to it is because I love Ope.
Expensive car.
Every surrounding town from Stockton to Lodi...
...and drive back to Nazi town.
Come on. There we go. That's a good boy.
Holy shit.
...or we find you and we do this again.
I'm right here, baby.
- Gotta beef him up a little. - Ha.
Run them through Dungloe.
Now that we're keeping the Oakland business...
I missed you, bro.
Glad you're back, bro. - Yeah, me too. Shit.
No! No! No!
How was the walkabout?
Niners? Mayans? Who?
I never had the nerve To love you
And nobody tells us what we can and can't do.
...how many thousands of dollars trying to crush us?
Realization There's no easy way to be free
- He was brown. Right.
Then we left him behind to get shredded by the Niners.
Right as rain is.
I'm glad he's doing good.
I don't know what you're talking about, man.
We're all broken up about what happened to Donna.
Heh. Miracle drug.
Tell him to stop selling guns to niggers and wetbacks...
What do you think, gentlemen?